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One of the first dozen or so times she arrived to take over for the late shift after I’d opened for happy hour, Ella said that, when it comes to the happy wads of cash after busy nights and the slim piles at the end of dead ones, you gotta “take the good with the bad.” And remember to save, I suppose.

I had maybe eight really warm interactions, encounters, and so on with various women yesterday, most of whom were near-strangers; just simple, pleasant moments that arose as the trajectories of our individual daily let’s-get-on-with-its  intersected here and there and we offered whatever we could in mutual support: a train seat, a bit of shit-shooting during a long shift, help with strollers. As I finally got home in the evening, I was noting how much nicer my day was for them.

Today I had just a handful of mildly-abrasive-to-rather-rotten experiences or encounters with men; nothing too awful. And considering all the good stuff I got to do and see and hear yesterday, I don’t feel so quite so bad.

Hello Janet

I enjoy following your articles – particularly the one’s that cover bitcoin & blockchain tech.

I’ve come across this PR release then this story about ‘Market-Chaining’ today. I wondered if you’d heard of it?

It sounds like BNC wants to put the S&P500 on the Blockchain?

Just reaching out as I thought it may interest you.

Regards

Manager

Bitcoincenter Melbourne

I feel like this Pixabay “Steam, Train” image warrants explanation, but none is offered.

(Describes himself as “writer/teacher/tutor”)

I tried.

AKA

AKA

I feel this way every afternoon. It’s okay, but true.

Otherwise, many thanks as ever, Mr. Adams, for nailing it.

“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know that you’ve had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.”